Dancing tiptoes
on muddy cobbled streets
under slapping
green and yellow flags
windy days
Dancing eyes,
hair, golden,
fingertips
quivering
in this charged air-
tiptoe dancing
underneath quiet clouded droplets
pouring
into these crystalline ponds,
onto these face-up brown palms.
10.29.14
copyright: Lilly S.
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Drowsy
PoetryThe Sleep Trilogy. Book one: Drowsy (complete), Book two: Catharsis (ongoing), are both collected here. About sleepy feelings, sharp moments.
